Lyle Majors (smartassets) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-01-31 17:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | fisher, lyle |
Wednesday April 1st 2009
Who: Lyle and Fisher (and Nico if he feels sociable)
What: Dropping in for a visit
Where: Lyle's apartment
When: Early morning
Rating: PG 13
It was barely 8am, and someone was knocking on the door. Nico was probably in the grow room, or possibly not home, and was therefore ignoring the morning intruder. So Lyle rolled himself out of bed and padded in his pajama pants to the door, and opened it without bothering to look through the peephole because if it was someone here to kill him, they deserved to succeed just from being out and about so goddamn early. It wasn't an assassin though, almost to Lyle's disappointment. It was Fisher. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked blearily.
"Jesus, you got pale. I think you're paler than I am."
Lyle blinked, then stepped aside to let his brother in. "I catch fire in sunlight," he yawned, pushing the door and just trusting that it would close all the way (which it did). "What's your excuse."
"I'm pretty sure I do too," Fisher said simply, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "It's amazing how much we have in common."
"What are you doing here?" Lyle asked again, taking in a deep breath. Oh, bless Nico, he'd made coffee, and he'd made it strong.
"Well, I was going to go to my other brother's house, but then I remembered I don't have one, well at least, I think I don't have one, dad was-"
"Fish-eerrr!" Lyle whined irritably.
"James has family business, he's all... Well anyway. You know where he goes, I go, because I'm so pathetic and codependent and all." Settling on the couch, Fisher picked up the Game Informer magazine on the end table and flipped through the pages with mild interest. Truth be told, he wasn't completely sure what James needed to do here, or what was really going on, but it had something to do with his dad and a sister (or something) and Fisher thought that, for now, the less he knew and the less he was involved, the happier he'd be.
Pouring himself a big ol' mug of coffee, Lyle nodded, took a sip, and sighed happily. Bless that little weird man of his. "You guys flew in at eight in the morning?"
"Yesterday."
"Ah. So instead of bothering me late night, a good time for vampires, you came to-"
"You're in bed by ten anyway and you wake up at noon so there isn't really a good time to catch you when you're not asleep." Fisher glanced over his shoulder at his brother, giving him the patented 'So kiss my ass' Majors look.
"Well..." Damn, he had a point. "You always slept later than me."
"I always stayed up later than you."
"That's because you're a freak."
"Your mom's a freak."
Brooding, Lyle sipped his coffee. "Least my mom loves me."
"No she doesn't!" And for some reason, this made both of them laugh, and Lyle came over to sit beside his brother on the couch. Shaking his head, Fisher bit his bottom lip and tossed the magazine onto the table, seeing now the object that had been hiding beneath it previously. A pipe. "Are you still doing that weed thing?" he asked irritably.
"Yep. New plants are coming in, and growing makes him happy, and I gotta do something with my time, so..." Trailing off with a shrug, Lyle sipping his drink, glad that caffeine still affected him a bit.
"You still doing that 'boyfriend' thing, too?"
"Yep."
Sighing a bit, Fisher let his head fall back against the couch and looked over his brother, trying to read him. He knew it was bothering Lyle because the other man grabbed the remote and turned on the television, a move to poignantly ignore the other. That was satisfying at least. "How much do you like him?" he asked finally. It was faint, and instantaneous, but Lyle couldn't hide the tiny smirk that graced his lips as he evasively replied "Enough." Fisher's heart sank into his stomach. It was bad. It was so, so bad. Lyle was smitten. He'd had the same look about him whenever Fisher would ask about Peyton, that sappy, I'm-so-totally-in-love-but-I-won't-admit-t
"Oh what?" Lyle snapped, turning to face his brother. "What the hell do you care?"
"Just you," Fisher grumbled. "I feel like I've been shot in the face with a tee shirt cannon of irony."
".....Huh?"
"I feel like I'm watching one of my old relationships, only from an outside viewpoint. Like, you are Chris, and he's getting all attached to me and falling in love with me but he still has straight porn in his bathroom, which means that he likes pooter and I'm just a space filler and none of it is real."
"Well I don't have porn in my bathroom. It's on my laptop. Did Chris never hear of the internet? I know it was a few years ago but you didn't go to college in the dark ages."
"The point is, smartass," Fisher said irritably, "that you're totally falling for this Nico person, and it isn't real."
"Why the hell would I listen to you about relationship advice?" Lyle laughed dryly. "You're the most romantically toxic moron that I know, you're like... a black hole for logic, you're a neon molecule for bad ideas, you're-"
"Okay, Nerdzilla, I get it. Except this time, I'm right, because I know what I'm talking about. The only reason you're with him is because he doesn't challenge you, because he's different than what you usually go for. I bet you haven't even had sex yet because you're not attracted to him." Lyle's expression, coupled with the silence (and not a smart assed comeback), made Fisher pause. And then gasp. "OH my GOD you slept with him!!"
"And?"
"EW!" the little medium squeaked, drawing his knees up to his chest and leaning closer to his brother. "Who played bottom?"
"I'm not-"
"OH MY GOD, IT WAS YOU!!" Both hands covered Fisher's mouth, which was hanging open in horrified shock. "Holy shit! Did you like it? Is he huge? Mother fucker I so don't wanna know about you and some dude fucking but oh my GOD you slept with a guy!!"
"Fisher!" Lyle hissed. "Shut. Your fucking mouth."
"Oh God, you slept with him and you're in love with him?!? Who the hell are you, where did my baby brother go??"
"I traded him in for a newer and less uptight model. And right now you're seriously making me wish I was stoned, so can you please just shut the hell up and let me watch The Golden Girls and drink my coffee?"
"No," Fisher told him honestly. "So... did you like it? I mean I don't want details, at all, ever, but... well did you?" He knew that he didn't actually want to know this, but he couldn't help asking. This was maybe the one thing he and his brother actually had in common, and even then it was a stretch because Fisher knew that whatever had gone down with Nico was a lot different than what Fisher had always done. Still... even if he didn't agree with this drastic lifestyle change, he could be of help with it. For once, Fisher could actually help his brother. He couldn't pass up that chance.
Groaning, Lyle ran a hand over his face. This wasn't how he wanted to start his day. Actually, this was probably the last thing he ever wanted to do on any day. Talking to Fisher about his sex life was just... no. He was worried that his brother might try and give pointers. "I will make you banana walnut pancakes if you just stop talking."
"Like dad made, with caramel swirls?"
"Yes."
Wrinkling his nose, Fisher weighed his want to intrude on Lyle's personal life over the promise of increbibly awesome pancakes. "Can I ask you questions while you make them?"
"Only if you promise to shut up the second I'm done."
"Deal. So. Did you like it? Because if you liked it, that's normal, I mean a lot of straight guys like that kind of stuff too. And if you didn't, well, that's indicative of a problem, don't you think?"
Sighing heavily, Lyle got to his feet and ambled into the kitchen, his brother hot on his heels. Worst. Morning. Ever.